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Tomorrow's Yet to Come

Chapter Forty – Weather the Storm

"Something's wrong," Alex said, pushing his unappetizing food around on his plate.

"I take it when you say something's wrong, you mean something besides the food," said Kyle, setting his plate down across from his friend. He reached into his pocket, and pulled out a strip of beef jerky. "Want some?"

"Man, no," said Alex in disgust. "That stuff is as disgusting as this crap. What are you doing here, anyhow? I thought you guys were playing GI Joe or something."

"We are, but after you get killed, you get to come in for lunch. I got killed, so here I am," smiled Kyle.

"I'm glad you can be so cheerful right now, with everything that's going on?"

"Relax, will you," said Kyle.

"I can't," Alex said softly. "I just know that something's wrong."

"How?" asked Kyle. "Did she contact you or something?"

"No, she didn't," Alex said. "But I just have this feeling, you know? She's afraid, and she hurts, and there isn't anything I can do about it." Alex banged his fist on the table in frustration, causing the people sitting nearby to stare.

"Calm down, Alex," Kyle said. He looked around, and glared at several of the students who were still watching their table to see what would happen next. "The last thing any of us need it to draw any unnecessary attention to ourselves."

"Sorry," said Alex. "It's just that I feel helpless. She's in there, with that monster, and I can't do a thing about it."

"You got that right," muttered Kyle. "He is a monster."

"Yeah, what do you know about it?" Alex asked, almost belligerently. "It's not like you were here before. You don't know what Kivar is capable of."

"Yeah well, you're wrong," said Kyle. "I do know, and it's killing me. I saw what he did to Ava, and it was horrible."

"What do you mean, you saw?" asked Alex. "Don't you mean Ava told you?"

"No, I mean I saw. Ava won't even access the memories of her other self. Neither will Zan, Max or Michael. They don't want to know what happened to them, and I can't say that I blame them."

"Then how do you know?" asked Alex, clearly perplexed.

"I talked to Che'koth about it a little," explained Kyle. "When it was my turn to do that memory thing, it seems as though there was a small power surge, and I got access to the memories of the royal four."

"Wow," said a speechless Alex.

"Yeah, some wow," said Kyle. "Before I really understood what was going on, I saw what happened to Ava, so don't tell me I'm not capable of knowing what that bastard can do. I know better than anyone else what he can do."

"Then tell me," said Alex. "Is Isabel in danger?"

"Yeah. Yeah, she is," said Kyle, his voice grim.

Michael dived under a hail of energy bolts and rolled under a low ledge and tried to catch his breath.

"Damn," he said out loud. "If I didn't know any better, I'd swear those were live energy bolts." He took a breath, and clambered out from under the ledge and ran for the cover provided by a small stand of trees.

"Hey," a disembodied voice said. Michael whipped around and found Zan standing behind him. "If I were the enemy, you'd be dead now."

"Yeah, so sue me," said Michael. "Or better yet, kill me so I can go into lunch. I'm starving. Kyle had the right idea, getting killed so early."

"I don't know," said Zan, firing an energy bolt at an approaching enemy soldier. "Kyle was kind of freaked. He wouldn't give me any details, but he said Alex was upset, and something was wrong with Isabel. He told me he wanted to get inside with Alex and make sure he was okay."

"What's up with him?" asked Michael, dodging an energy bolt. "The other day, he told me not to worry so much about Maria, that she'd be okay. Is he turning into a psychic or something?"

"I don't now," said a clearly exasperated Zan. "Look can we deal with this another time, we're kind of surrounded on all sides right now."

"Shit, how the hell did that happen?" asked Michael as he fired energy bolts at the oncoming enemy soldiers. "Why the fuck aren't these guys dying!" he shouted in frustration. Michael spun around and saw a soldier creeping up on Zan.

"Look out!" Michael cried. He threw himself into the air, knocking Zan to the ground, getting struck by a mock energy bolt in the process.

Michael pulled himself into a sitting position, noting the flashing badge on his chest. "Yeah, yeah, I know," he said, addressing the badge. "I'm dead. I get it. You can stop flashing now."

Zan reached down and grabbed Michael's arm and pulled him to a standing position. "What the hell did you do that for?" he demanded. "You'd still be alive if you hadn't tried to play hero."

"Shut up," grumbled Michael. "I don't know why I did it." He stormed off out of the stand of trees towards the school."

"Stupid shit," said Zan, watching Michael walk away. He shrugged his shoulders and began firing at the approaching soldiers, all thoughts of Michael, and his sacrifice, quickly fading from his mind.

"Interesting," said General Kobodi, standing in front of the observation screen. "Very interesting."

"Lord Kivar," said the Ambassador. "Allow me to present our newest recruit from the Training Academy, Isadra Mylinga. Isadra, please greet Lord Kivar, and Queen Vilondra," instructed the Ambassador.

Isabel blanched, but forced herself to greet the monster that had killed her. "Greetings Lord Kivar," she said. "It is an honor to make the acquaintance of both you, and your lovely Queen." She bowed down low first to Kivar, and then to the woman standing next to him.

"The Ambassador speaks very highly of you," said Kivar, inclining his head in Isabel's direction. "If he thinks you are an asset to our diplomatic corp, it is a high honor indeed."

"Thank you, Lord Kivar. I will do my best not to disappoint him," murmured Isabel, keeping her eyes downcast.

"Good day to you," said Kivar, walking away. Isabel watched as he walked away, her doppelganger trailing along behind him.

"Well, what did you think, Isadra?" the Ambassador asked.

"Think about what?" she asked, stalling for time.

"Don't be obtuse, Isadra," snapped the Ambassador. "I expect better from you. "What did you think of Lord Kivar, and Queen Vilondra?"

Isabel hurriedly combed through the memories that filled her head, looking for the perfect wording to answer the ambassador's question.

"I think Lord Kivar is a very strong man who will do whatever it takes to ensure his vision for Antar," said Isabel.

"Excellent," said the Ambassador with a grin. "Isadra, you will do very well in the diplomatic corp. You managed to answer my question, without allowing a single iota of your feelings to creep into the answer. Your answer was vague without being wishy-washy. Yes, indeed, I have chosen very well."

Isabel smiled at the Ambassador, while her eyes remained on Kivar as he made his way back to his throne, the Queen, ever silent, trailing along behind him.